Entry 16 cont'd
"What you standing over there all by yourself for?" Trey asked me. I pretended that it was because I was really impressed by the cut out. Trey put his arm around my shoulder and we walked across the lobby to the elevators. I turned back and I noticed the girl at the desk watching us. I smirked at her, only because I knew that I could. He's MY man, bitch!
On the way up in the elevator Trey made a bet with me. He said that at least once, he was going to shock and amaze me before the night was over. He bet me $100. I accepted. I had no idea as to what this bet was really going to entail, but I was eager to find out. Trey turns me on in so many ways that I was looking forward to seeing one more thing he could do.
As I wrote before everything about the party was off the chain. Decorations, food, people, all good. I'm glad that I wore that dress, too. There were a few women there that even I had to admire.
Everybody cheered when we walked in. A steady throng of people came over to hug Trey, or shake his hand. Someone handed us each a drink, then the introductions began. There was this one woman who never stopped looking at Trey. Everytime he looked her way, she threw him a big smile. Once she even blew him a kiss. This lady was drop dead gorgeous and I over heard her say that Trey was going to love the gift she'd bought for him. There was that old jealous feeling again. I held on to Trey's arm even tighter. I watched the woman as she circled the room, never more than a few steps away from us. Finally, Trey steered me towards a table where two women were seated. Trey whispered to me that we were about to meet the most important people in the room. I watched as the gorgeous lady made a beeline straight for the table. As we approached, one of the women grinned from ear to ear and said,
"There's my baby!"
The other one stated, "My Grandson!" Ok, I got it, his Mom and Grandma. Ok. I hoped that Ms Gorgeous was his cousin or something.

Entry 16
The Atrium Lounge is located on the eighth floor of the Marriott Hotel in Times Square, but when we entered the lobby, there was this life sized cardboard cut out of Trey right in the middle of the floor. The cut out captured Trey's likeness so well, it was almost like there were two Treys standing there.
"Mr Neverson." The front desk agent was beckoning for Trey to go over to her. I stayed with Kenny and Skrill who were joking around and taking pictures with the cut out. My body was about two yards away, but my eyes and ears were focused on what was going on at that desk. The pretty woman behind the desk was obviously flirting with him. I heard her congratulate him on the album, and she mentioned how she wished she had gotten an invitation. Trey just smiled and told her to crash the party, since she was already there in the hotel.
I gave the girl a once over, and I thought to myself, 'I can take her, I'd kick off these heels, pull my hair back...'
Something's happening to me and I don't know how to stop it. I've never been the jealous type before. I'm very confident in the woman I am. I've always been able to catch the eye of a good looking man. There's just something about Trey that's so different. I'll admit, when I first saw him, his looks were like the only thing I could think about, but the closer I get to him, the more I see of his inner beauty. I love the way he talks about his music career. He has big dreams, and they began to come true the day his album dropped. I'm so glad that he wanted me to be there with him that night. I'm becoming a part of his history now, and I'm now beginning to look forward to a real future with Trey. I'm so happy for him and I want him to soar and excell in everything he sets his mind to, but, at the same time, I just want to keep him all to myself...How is that going to work? SMH
I was still standing next to the cut out when Trey walked away from the desk. Skrill and Kenny were at the elevators.

Thanks again for all of your comments. The entries are coming in so slow because I keep getting interrupted. I'm trying, y'all. lol. Oh yeah, I've noticed some mistakes. I wanna clear up one right now. In Entry 14 I wrote, "If you only said it back to make me feel good, I understand. You don't do that though"
I meant to say "You don't HAVE to do that though." To me it makes a difference to correct the mistake, I think the line sounds much better written correctly.
okay, on to Entry 16...

Entry 15 cont'd
We were standing in front of a black Escalade. The big guy opened the back door to reveal another man seated with his legs stretched out across the seat. He had the brim to his fitted cap pulled down over his eyes.
"That drunk ass nigga, Skrill parked in front of the entrance. They told us we had to move."
The big guy said.
"Nigga, yo ass was right there when I parked. Both y'all niggas said it was a good spot." The other guy said from underneath his cap.
"Yo, what took y'all so long?" The big guy said with a big grin on his face. I knew what he was thinking, and I looked up a Trey. Trey just grinned. I shook my head.
He told the guy with the cap to get out of the seat. The guy protested, and removed his cap. He was about to say something else, but then he noticed me standing there. He looked as if he'd been caught off guard.
"Well, damn! Why y'all ain't tell me...man..." I wasn't sure of what he was trying to say, but he did get out of the truck.
"Pardon me, Miss." He said. I stepped closer to Trey. His friends seemed ok, but I didn't say anything to either of them.
After Trey helped me into the truck, he got in, the other guy got in the fron't passenger seat, and we took off. Trey introduced me to his two friends, the big guy was Kenny and the one with the cap was Skrill Dilly. They made me laugh all the way to the destination, especially Skrillz. He was great with impersonations and he had jokes for days. He was also a rapper.
Kenny kept insisting that it was himself, not Trey, who was singing on the album. He said the record label decided to go with Trey's pretty boy image. He told me that he had proof, he said that he had video taped himself singing one of the songs that was on Trey's album. The song was called In The Middle. Then he said that during rehersals, that it was he, not Trey who sang lead vocals, while Trey sang and danced in the background.
He told me to go to a certain website to see the videos. I told him that I would do so.
LMAO!

Entry 15 cont'd
I was safe in the elevator since there were several others in there when we got on. One lady told us that we made the cutest couple. We thanked her politely and when Trey flashed his million dollar smile, the lady placed her hand on her forehead and grabbed my arm. Then she leaned towards me and said,"If I was twenty years younger, I'd be your biggest competition."
I laughed right along with her, but I didn't doubt her for a minute.
When we got out of the elevator the girl who lived next door to Trey was standing by the entrance. She stepped aside as everyone exited the building. I nodded to her as I walked past her. She tipped her head slightly, then she looked up at Trey and smiled.
"Hi Trey." She said. I turned my head like I had whiplash. Trey had stopped walking with me and he gave the girl a quick hug. He asked her if she was alright and she nodded. I was so mad when he walked towards me, but it took all the strenghth I had in my face to hold my smile. I really wanted to curse him out and ask him since when had they become so friendly, but I couldn't. It was his big night and I just couldn't ruin it by starting an argument. Instead, I inhaled deeply and exhaled.
Trey probably sensed that something was wrong, and he gave me a big hug and told me that I looked beautiful.
"If anybody at that party tries to get at you, you better tell them that you're already taken." He told me.
"I can only say that if it's true. Is it?" I wasn't smiling anymore.
"Why you gon' ask me that? What'd I tell you last night?"
"Tell me again." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pouted.
Trey laughed. "Wit cho in-se-curr ass."
"Witcha country accent ass." I said back. He laughed. He teased me about my New York accent and began to walk me backwards down the side walk.
"About time, man." I heard a male voice behind me. I turned to see this big guy standing there. Trey released me so that he could give his friend dap.
"I told you, don't move my shit, man!" Trey said.

Entry 15 cont'd
I was wearing a slinky black dress that zipped right down the front. The bodice was made of this sheer type of material, and it clung to my body as if it had been fitted to match all of my curves. Black strappy heels, thin silver bracelts and my heart shaped Rocawear earrings completed my look. I knew that he was watching me as I walked around gathering my purse and my jacket, so I made sure to move my hips seductively. I even flipped my hair from one side to the other. When I turned to look back at him, he was just standing there, his dark eyes were calling me to him. I took took two steps in his direction, then I remembered what that look meant. Quickly, I turned to head for the door, but before I got far, he was on me like a vampire with his prey.
I tried to resist him as he kissed and sucked my neck. He told me not to run. He caught me by my wrists and held them behind my back, then he continued to kiss my neck. I was powerless to stop him.
"The party!" I gasped. He had found my spot and I was getting weak. I turned my head so that I could kiss him. When he let my arms go, I began to push him towards the wall. I kissed his ear, gently. When I blew softly into his ear, and he shivered, I knew that it was time to stop, or else we wouldn't be going to the party. I backed away from him slowly. I looked up into his eyes and I smiled a little.
"We have to go." I said. He didn't look happy, and for some reason, that turned me on to the fullest. I still continued to walk backwards to the door. He didn't say a word as he scooped up my discarded jacket and purse from the floor, but that look remained on his face. He walked towards me and as he took my keys from the nail on the wall, where I like to keep them, he gave me one quick warning,
"You better run!"
I took off out of the apartment as fast as I could go in my heels. He still caught up to me, even after pausing to lock the door. I had to laugh when he caught me at the elevator. He laughed too.

Entry 15
Whoever put together Trey's listening party is definitely throwing our wedding reception. Everything was planned to perfection, and everyone had a great time. I am so proud of my man. His album is a hit! The songs on his album ranged from sexy, soul ballads to funky hip hop. He even had a duet rap song with Drake, whom by the way, was at the listening party too.
I met Trey's family, I met his friends, I met so many celebrities! I'm on a first name basis with Keri Hilson, and OMG, I even got to meet Troy Taylor, the producer.
Meeting Troy put the icing on the cake for me since I'm an online student of his. I almost bent down to kiss his ring, when we were being introduced. I felt like I was in the presence of royalty. Troy Taylor is a beast in R&B music. He has worked with some of the greatest in the music world. He's credited with helping legends stay legends, and creating new legends, and he really gives his all in his work. A year ago when he announced that he was going to be teaching a course on Contemporary Music and the Music Industry, I signed up right away for his online classes, and trust me, he's the best.
Troy was happy to meet me too. He said that he was always happy to meet his TTU students in person. When he gave me a hug, out of appreciation, I almost died. When I looked at up Trey, I thought I saw the tiniest glint of jealousy in his eyes. That kind of made me feel like smiling, considering what happened before we got to the party.
Trey picked me up from my apartment at 7:30 as we had planned. We had also planned on both of us wearing something from Rocawear. He was wearing a black leather vest, grey shirt and black jeans. He was wearing black leather and suade sneakers. He had a fresh cut, fresh shave, of course, he smelled great. He was wearing black, dark tinted, sunglasses and his diamond stud earings. As usual, he looked so good, I wanted to suck him dry, but we had a party to go to.
He seemed pleased with what I had on too.

I'm sooooo loving this story. I'm so glad it was slow today at work. Gave me a chance to sit down and read it. I'm still a little skeptical about her stalking Trey and how fast they're moving but none the less I love it. Now I just have to wait for the next entry.

Entry 14 cont'd
I had to stop him, or else we could go on like that all night. One of the things I really love about him is his sense of humor. He always makes me laugh, but the serious side of our conversation had to be put back in place. I tried to stop myself from laughing, but I made myself cough instead. I coughed hard for a few seconds, then I finally got myself together.
"Baby, I am not laughing at you, I promise. I said I love you, and I mean it. I know we've only known each other a short while, but I don't have to live a life time to know how I'm feeling.
"Ok, so I fell for you really fast, but it's the realest thing I've ever felt, and I just had to tell you, just so you'd know. If you only said it back to make me feel good, I understand. You don't do that, though. I just hope that nothing changes between us. I love the time we spend together."
Now it was my time to wonder, because he didn't say anything for a few moments.
"Trey?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Oh, I thought I scared you away."
"You didn't scare me away. We just gettin started."
I couldn't stop smiling. He'd said exactly what I wanted him to say. We talked for a little while longer, and when he heard me yawn, he told me to get my rest, and that he'd see me later on. I told him he needed to get some rest too. He promised that he would. We kissed each other through the phone.
"Later." He said.
"Nite Nite." I said then I hung up.
I didn't sleep, and I decided to take a sick day off. Getting ready for tonight's party is too important. Surprisingly, I'm not even tired, but, after I run a few errands, I'm going to take a nap. I want to look and feel fresh for tonight. It's Trey's big day and I'm going to support him to the fullest.

Entry 14 cont'd
It wasn't just the words, it was the way he said them.
"I love you too, Essence." His voice had just the right amount of tenderness in it, like when we're in bed, and he says goodnight right before he drifts off.
If we had been laying in bed at that moment, I knew that we would've been snuggled close, exhausted from making love, but both very satisfied. No other sound in the room, except for our soft breathing... and then,"Goodnight, Essence."
I was literally speechless. I really hadn't expected him to say it back. I would've been content with him just knowing how I felt.
"Shawty, where you at? You still there, baby?" Trey asked.
"Yeah, I'm still here." I wished that he was here too.
"What's the matter, you don't wannna talk to me no mo'?"
"No, I-"
"No? You don't want to talk to me?"
"No, I meant-"
"You said, no. I pour my heart out to you, I tell you my feelings, and you don't wanna talk to me?" Trey went on a mini rant with me. I say mini because the whole time he never raised his voice.
Everytime I time I tried to say something, he interjected.
"I didn't mean-"
"You didn't what? You didn't mean what you said?"
"Yes. I mean no, I didn't mean to say-"
"You didn't mean to say what? That you love me? What you do, set me up?"
" I didn't set you up, baby, let me explain..." I whined a little to get him to listen to me.
"Explain what? How you set me up, so you can get me to pour out my feelings, then you don't even wanna talk to me no more? See now you don' got me mad, no upset, no better yet- I'm disappointed!"
I just had to laugh when he said that. I couldn't help it, he wasn't letting me explain, so what else could I do? Besides, I knew that he was only playing with me.
"And now you laughing at me. I give up, I just don't know what to do. What do you want me to do?"
"Just listen to me." I tried to sound sincere, but I was still laughing.
"Nah, see, we startin this off all wrong. I'm tellin you how I feel, you laughin at me..."

Entry 14
I have been floating on a cloud all day long. I am in love to the fullest and I feel like screaming it out loud in the middle of Broadway. I feel like printing out a million flyers that say how much I love Trey and sprinkling them down from the Empire State building. Hell, I feel like calling everyone I know and telling them that Trey said he loves me! HE SAID HE LOVES ME!!!
Not like he said it before, this time he said the words, and he said my name.
When I called him at four in the morning, I was surprised when he answered his phone.
"What's wrong, baby?" He said in a groggy voice. I could hear music playing in the background, and it sounded like someone was rapping.
I told him that nothing was wrong, except that I was missing him. He said he missed me too. I heard some guy in the background say "Yo, who you miss, nigga?" then there was laughter.
It sounded as if Trey was stretching and I could hear the guy in the background say "Yo who dis? Who Trey miss?" There was more laughter and I heard Trey chuckle too.
"Fuck outta here!" I heard Trey say.
"I didn't mean to call you so late. I just couldn't sleep. I'm sorry." I told him.
"Nah, you good, why you can't sleep?" He kept his tone soft.
"I'm used to you putting me to bed." I said in the same soft tone.
"You want me to sing you a lullaby?" He said.
"Ooh, yes, please!" I said like I was a child who wanted some candy.
He asked me what I wanted him to sing, and before I could answer, the guy in the background said, "Nigga you can't sing. You was lip syncing in the booth. That's R KELLY on the tracks!!"
I heard loud male laughter erupt through the phone. Even Trey was laughing. then he said,
"Shut the fuck up! R Kelly these nuts, nigga. PAUSE!!" More laughter could be heard.
I could tell that he was enjoying himself and I didn't want to keep him from his friends, so I told him that I was going to hang up.
"I just wanted to say I love you." I told him.
He told me he loves me too. I know he meant it.

Entry 13 cont'd
Trey met me downstairs as I was leaving for work, and he gave me the set of keys he keeps in his car. I promised to give him my set when I got off work. He told me that he wouldn't be around because he was going to pick up his friends from the airport and they were going to spend the day preparing for his listening party.
Tomorrow his album drops and the listening party is going to be held at the Atrium Lounge in Times Square, because more people than was previously expected, are attending. So his manager decided to go big.
He told me that he wanted me to be ready by 7:30 tomorrow evening. I told him that I would be.
So now I'm here, alone, missing him. It's 4:00 in the morning, and I'm still up. I'm going to call him. I need to hear his voice, even if it's just his voice mail.

Entry 13 cont'd
After showering, eating - FOOD - and straightening up a bit, we crawled into his bed to watch old episodes of Martin. That's his favorite show, and we cracked up for two hours. I wish Trey and I could have what Martin and Gina had. They had everything a happy couple could have in a relationship. By the way, I still don't know if he considers me to be more to him than a friend with benefits. I don't want to push the issue and ask him again. I mean obviously, it doesn't bother me enough to stop sleeping with him, but can I get a title, please? Girlfriend? WIfey? Shawty? Freak Jant? LOL. That last one makes me laugh. The other day I heard him talking on the phone to his cousin and I'm telling you, I'm not one to eavesdrop, (not usually) but even if I had been I wouldn't have understood what they we're talking about anyway.
Trey has the cutest southern accent, and I must be used to it by now because I hardly notice it. But whenever he's talking to one of his friends or relatives, it's as if he's speaking a different language. I overheard him say "freak jant", something that sounded like "outchea" something else that I can't even begin to know how to pronounce, and he called his grandmother "Grumma" and his mother "Mumma". And he calls everybody "Baby" I thought I was special when he first called me that. Nope, that's just the way he talks.
I couldn't stay the whole night with him, because I had to get up early for work. He rode in the elevator with me to my floor and I kissed him everytime we past a landing. He didn't get out of the elevator, but he held me really tight. I heard his heart beat through his tee shirt. I wanted to freeze time and just stand there and listen to that sound forever. I imagined our hearts beating together in a steady calm rhythm. I felt like mine was going to flatline when he finally let me go. He waited until I got inside before he let the elevator leave.
I cried myself to sleep thinking about his heart beat.

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